Dodecahedron graced us last year with some excellent fare. Icy cold was the embrace, and blazing hot the Extreme Metal. In the meantime, we enjoyed Vitrun of Carpe Noctem in all its terrifying splendor. Together with many others that must remain unnamed for sake of simplicity.

Those are all, kind of part of the same ilk. A real genre, so hidden that not many will call it music. And truly, some of that stuff is like ice picks in your brain that you cannot dislodge, until the last note gives up the proverbial ghost.